"Your hands are cold."

Pei Ming murmured behind you, your back pressed against his chest and stomach. He put his hands to warm yours up.

When you looked at him, he had a teasing smirk on his lips. He gave your hands a gentle squeeze of affection.

"You should let me hold your hands more, to keep them warm."

He shot the idea at you, wanting you to say yes and let him hold your hands. He could never not be interested in you. You had him wrapped around your finger.